Monday, October 22, 2007

Monday Sucks

You know what sucks? More than Monday? More than all-day all-night morning sickness and the flu combined? More than all-day all-night morning sickness and flu combined and insomnia and a house cluttered up with boxes and piles of wet laundry on a Monday? Finally feeling up for a good bout of writing and crafting an epic post that actually involves thoughts and ideas instead of incessantwhining and then losing three-quarters of that post because Blogger decides against all evidence to the contrary that you are not logged in so that when you hit Publish it just drops everything and opens the log-in page having not saved a thing for the last hour. Just in time for the nausea to come back and drive you to the toilet so that you can retch and retch and retch and imagine that you're retching and flushing the only reasonably thoughtful words that you have produced and likely will produce in weeks.Suckssuckssuckssuckssuckssuckssucks.

I'm going back to bed. Wake me up when the world doesn't suck so much.

that does suck. if it makes you feel better, my monday started at 5:00am with Badness and a poopy diaper. The diaper had come open on one side, and the poop had migrated all the way down his leg and into the foot of his sleeper. And of course by the time I had him cleaned up, there was NO WAY he was going back to bed. Sorry, but I win. :) Feel better soon.

Oh, I've been there. Maybe not with the flu and morning sickness, so I should probably just shut up right about now. But I, too, have written entire posts, eloquent and brave and true, only to have them whisked away in the internet ethers because Blogger didn't think I was logged in. Eat a saltine. Click over to something deliciously vapid like Perez Hilton until you get your bearings back. Love your blog!

2.) I hate it when that happens so much, that I now have a policy of highlighting my entire post and hitting Ctrl-C right before I push publish. Only takes one extra second. That way, if Blogger decides to hate me, I can open up Word, push Crtl-V, and voila-- post recovered.

3.) Attention, Her Bad Unborn Kiddo: CUT IT OUT with the making Mommy hurl act, already, all right? I know, I know, you're a second child; your big sister is already famous, with a stage name and everything; you feel the need to make your presence known in a big way. But, trust me on this-- I have learned from my own little sister, who is an EXPERT at upstaging me-- the surest way to favorite-child-dom is to play the adorable suck-up who can do no wrong. Then you can get away with lots of stuff. For instance, you can steal your big sister's toys and clothes behind your big sister's back and lie to your parents and say your big sister gave them to you and she just forgot or changed her mind and your parents WILL ACTUALLY BELIEVE YOU and scold the big sister for going backsies instead of punishing you for stealing her stuff. Which will drive your poor older sister to distraction. Then, when she grows up, she will finally take vengeance by writing about your childish hijinks on the internet. But that will only serve to make you MORE famous. Do you see? It's a brilliant plan.

Just saw the picture of your soon-to-be house...it's beautiful!!! I love, love, love that front porch. Just think, soon this nausea will be gone and will be a distant memory (I know, I know, no solace to you now) and picture yourself on that beautiful porch next spring watching her little badness running around the front yard and you sitting contentedly with your new little love.